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silent sea
03:11
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on a silent sea, you come to me
i've been waiting for your call
so we sit and think
our lips are moving but we don't hear anything at all
if i had the time i need to tell you how i feel
i don't know how i'd do
my words are swallowed by the sea,
but it's all right if i can spend the time with you
in an empty field, in a parking lot
with no answers to be found in the dark
through a microscope, i find all of the little things that keep us apart
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hunger pangs
05:06
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hunger pangs at the end of the day
fever dreams, thoughts that don't fade away
i didn't know you, i didn't know you
i didn't know you well
hunger stays 'til my bones turn to dust
now you talk, now you don't, now i know that i must
i didn't hold you, i didn't hold you
i didn't hold you close
there's no taking; there's no breaking my heart
please don't pull me right back to where we started
there's no mending; you can't fight off the dark
there's no taking; there's no breaking my heart
anymore
hunger hates, hunger loves, hunger fears
seeks out things i no longer hold dear
i didn't know you, i didn't know you
i didn't know you well
hunger pains when there's too little time
time to speak, time to grow, time to clear both our minds
i didn't hold you, i didn't hold you
i didn't hold you close
there's no taking; there's no breaking my heart
please don't pull me right back to where we started
there's no mending; you can't fight off the dark
there's no taking; there's no breaking my heart
anymore
now we’re crashing down, finally reaching the end
we knew we weren’t saints, now we know we’re not friends
i didn't hold you, i didn't hold you
i didn't hold you close
there's no taking; there's no breaking my heart
please don't pull me right back to where we started
there's no mending; you can't fight off the dark
there's no taking; there's no breaking my heart
anymore
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dolores
03:25
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slipping through my fingers in the summertime,
you wore a flower crown of lilies
intertwined with yarn and whispered secrets
i knew you’d be the death of me the
moment i laid eyes upon your trembling neck
i knew that we were different, but i
couldn’t help but picture us together
she's got her eye on me, i know it
there’s magnets tucked beneath her skin
and now i see she’s drawn me in
another victim of my sin
you come to me at nighttime, singing
cries that i can’t understand and never will
you cut out pin-up girls in old men’s
shirts from glossy magazines and keep them
i knew you were a tortured soul
i constantly assured you that i felt the same
i knew that we were different, but i
couldn't help but picture us together
she’s got blue eyes and skin like milk
i love to watch her when she stirs
but now i see i’m wounding her
another victim, that’s for sure
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if i had wings, like noah's dove
i'd fly up the river, to the one i love
fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
well, i had a man, who was long and tall
moved his body like a cannonball
fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
muddy river is muddy and wild
can't give a bloody for my unborn child
fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
show us a bird, flying high above
life ain't worth living without the one you love
fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
show us a bird, flying high above
life ain't worth living without the one you love
fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
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tiny bees Texas
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